Hearing Hou Zheng's heartfelt exclamation, Zhang Qian immediately realized a problem. The veteran gangster was afraid that he would have to grease his feet again. But no one could escape this time, and he was not worried about Wang Dalin using his special move again.

The self-administered zone is not a safe zone. The management office here is at best a tax and regulatory department. As long as there are no problems with finances and general principles, no one is afraid of reporting. Having no power is a bad thing, but everything has two sides. We are all eyes and ears.

, you can no longer shoulder the responsibilities and obligations of your mouth and hands.

"...You may have misunderstood. If you want to escape, you should go out for a job after receiving the transfer order. It is much easier to escape without taking office for a day than now. I am really worried that the self-administered zone will be corrupted by them. I will wait for another two years.

When my children are older, I will quit my job and find a job here to support myself in my old age."

After being warned so bluntly by his immediate boss, Hou Zheng felt that he had to clear his name. He used to make excuses because he felt that he was in danger. Others had legs to hug him. He only got along by relying on his wife's heroic mother benefits, and he couldn't bear it.

There are so many storms and waves, so I can only choose to avoid them.

But just because you are timid and have no backing does not mean you are stupid. Although the self-administered area has just started, it has already shown obvious differences. Putting aside whether you are rich or not, just doing things strictly in accordance with the regulations is enough to make you excited.

Seeing the future and changing it day by day are completely two modes of life. The former can control one's own destiny to a certain extent and plan in advance the next few years, ten years, or even a lifetime.

The latter is just living one day at a time. Except for a very few people who stand tallest, no one knows what the regulations will be tomorrow or next year. They can only live day by day and dawdle. They cannot actively invest, let alone plan their lives.

"Do you think they can do it well?" Zhang Qian basically had no expectations for Hou Zheng, but after hearing this confession, he couldn't help but stare at it carefully, as if he wanted to get to know someone again.

Everyone has worked in the same system for so many years, and even if they have never cooperated before, they have some knowledge of who is good and what. When they learned that the captain of the self-administered district security team was this famous gangster, they relaxed.

Take a breath.

When the eyes and ears don't need fighting power, the more cowardly the better. If a captain with a tough personality is really pushed in, it will be difficult to get along with. The security team is in trouble, and I, the director of the management office, have to help wipe the butt. The security team immediately

I have gained merit, but I don’t necessarily know how much I can share with myself.

"I don't know what the future will look like. If they can stick to the current set of things, I don't think they will be worse than the alliance..."

Hou Zheng was also not at ease with Zhang Qian. He could even sell his immediate boss to get credit. How could someone be so unsuspecting? So he couldn't speak too openly to avoid being caught.

"...Retreat the team, I'll go to the market for a walk!" Zhang Qian did not continue to discuss the future of the self-administered area. He gave a simple order and left with his head lowered.

Hou Zheng's worry sounds reasonable, but it is unlikely. If the Living King of Hell comes from the district to challenge, Director Han will definitely not follow him. He also knows who Han Wenshan is, he is one of Sun Feihu's comrades in high-level positions.

, or one of Sun Feihu’s backstage.

This person came from the former Northwest Alliance. He joined the Renaissance Alliance very early. He was Sun Feihu's subordinate when he was serving in the army. It is said that it was because a few of their recruits disobeyed orders and dug around in the building that they attracted sporadic zombies. In panic,

It was a mistake that caused Sun Feihu's hand to be injured.

But Sun Feihu did not report the matter. He retired because of his disability, which gave them a bright future. Is this really the case? No one can intercede except for a few parties involved, but the person who has been protecting him at the top is indeed the same person back then.

The few soldiers under my command thought that there would be no love without reason in the world.

Since Han Wenshan and Sun Feihu are so close, they will not fundamentally oppose the self-administered zone. This is not a matter that can be decided by one person's likes and dislikes, but the collective interests of the group. Sun Feihu, including the construction company, is a part of this group.

The next reasoning is very simple. Han Wenshan obviously has a good personal relationship with Wang Dalin, and he is willing to follow the Living King of Hell to the self-administered area. It is not that he cannot find fault, but it is unlikely that he is planning to do something evil.

Of course, Zhang Qian is not so naive as to think that Wang Dalin is like a formal resident who comes to buy bargains during the holidays. Even if he really wants to buy something, he doesn't need to show up in person. It's enough to send one of his subordinates. For example, the young man named Lin Hu

He's the head of the Internal Security Division, he's clearly a bodyguard.

Zhang Qian only walked around the market for more than ten minutes before leaving the self-administered area with a bag that looked similar to Lin Hu's. He went straight to Xiushan Apartment and asked to see Sun Feihu by name.

In these ten minutes, Han Wenshan's worries became a reality. There were indeed more than one stall selling homemade pistols and bullets in the market. Ordinarily, the security team should have discovered these special goods before the casual wanderers.

, but no one really mentioned it until today.

This is not because the security officers are negligent in their work, but because they are influenced by inertial thinking and naturally think that homemade pistols are not worth paying attention to. First of all, such guns are legal commodities and are not only allowed to be sold but also carried with you.

Secondly, the reliability of homemade pistols has never been very good. In addition to being easy to carry, it is not even as powerful as a crossbow. It has a very short range and poor accuracy. Refugees can use it as a starting point when fighting each other at close range, and it has no effect on the security forces.

Substantial threat.

But this pistol was obviously different. After firing a few rounds of bullets in the ruins of the building, Zhang Qian immediately realized that the security team was in big trouble. Its effective range was more than thirty meters, its accuracy was good, and it was extremely powerful.

Given the level of protection currently provided by the police stab-resistant uniforms and body armor issued by the security forces, it is unlikely that they can completely resist the attack.

In other words, it won’t take too long for the security team’s absolute advantage in weapons to shrink sharply. Any refugee holding this kind of pistol may kill the security guards with one shot within a few dozen meters.

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If we also include the severely disproportionate number of security officers and refugees, the current two squadrons of less than a hundred security officers cannot even maintain the scene when medium-to-large-scale riots occur in the self-administered area.

Why did such a powerful weapon suddenly appear in the self-administered area? The first thing Zhang Qian thought of was Hong Tao. No matter where he went, he would cause chain reactions, and his energy was so powerful that it was bottomless.

Refugees in so many safe zones in the north, east and south have not been able to solve the equipment, material and technical problems of making guns for so many years. However, just one month after the establishment of the self-administered zone, relatively reliable performance guns have already appeared.

It’s hard not to think too much about the finished product.

Han Wenshan has already done the work of reporting to his superiors, and his channel is faster and more direct. What Zhang Qian wants to find out now is why Hong Tao wants to build such a powerful pistol. Does he really want to become the king of the self-administered zone by force?

Dominance doesn't seem to make sense.

Since you don’t understand, then find someone who might understand and ask. There are not many such people, so after much deliberation, I finally thought of Sun Feihu.

This big brother not only has a relatively close relationship with him, but also has a lot of connections among the top leaders of the alliance. He also has unexplained connections with Ping An Transportation Company and Hong Tao privately. He is also the boss of the refugee forces in the safety zone in the south of the city and is very well-informed.

He also has a lot of knowledge and is most likely to be able to answer his own questions.

"Director Zhang, I'm glad to say congratulations, I'm glad to say congratulations... Come on, sit down and drink a cup of hot tea. As soon as the heavy snow comes, the difficult days begin. I don't know if there will be another snow disaster this year. But don't say goodbye.

It’s like what happened two years ago, with the pressure causing the houses to collapse and people to be covered to death.”

Sun Feihu did not invite Zhang Qian upstairs, and chose the coffee shop on the first floor as the meeting place. However, apart from congratulating him on his promotion, he said nothing serious about the weather. He wanted to wait for Zhang Qian to speak first.

Although the two people have a good personal relationship, one is a citizen and the other is an official. Some things are best kept from outsiders, including Mrs.

Driving people away.

"Look at this..." Zhang Qian took out the cloth bag and handed it over without being polite.

"Hey, what do I mean? I bothered you to go all the way. I also have two here, just lying upstairs. The workmanship is not bad. Unfortunately, there is no magazine, so I can only use it alone.

.Are you scared? Hahahaha..."

As Sun Feihu opened the bag, he knew what was inside and smiled happily. Although he and Zhang Qian had a good personal relationship, they belonged to different classes after all. Normally, security guards showed off their power in the safe zone, and the refugees dared not get angry.
Chapter completed!